Misaki thought today was going to be a good day. He has the afternoon free, no demands on his time but those he makes for himself; the sun is out, there’s a breeze catching at the too-large sleeves of his sweater, and when he kicks his skateboard forward the wind pushes him forward until he feels like he’s flying. He’s planning to buy a soda, find a quiet corner and just savor the rare peace, let the city hum around and against him until his thoughts clear off into contentment.
He should have known better.
30 day otp challenge day 1: holding hands saruhiko/misaki
On Sunday, Misaki woke up early. It wasn’t something all that different from normal routine: he was a morning person, he always woke up early.
Sundays were different though, because he could open his eyes to Saruhiko’s sleeping face, half mushed into the pillow, and not have to worry about having to rouse him from his sleep when it was time to go to work.
Saruhiko was like a porcelain doll, Misaki had always thought. Long, thick eyelashes that contrasted heavily with his pale, white skin; blue-black hair that was always in place without having to do much to make it behave; long, slender fingers that curled under Saruhiko’s cheek as he slept.
Misaki blinked a few times to adjust to the thin rays of sunlight peeking in through the windows.
“Stop staring at me,” Saruhiko mumbled, eyes still closed. Misaki smirked and moved closer, searching for Saruhiko’s hand under the covers.
He found the bracelet Saruhiko wore around his wrist and used his pinky to pull the hand out from under Saruhiko’s pillow and intertwine their fingers together.
“You look nice when you’re sleeping,” Misaki told him, and smiled to himself, closing his eyes when Saruhiko’s grip on his hand tightened.
30 day otp challenge day 2: cuddling somewhere saruhiko/misaki
"It’s cold," Misaki says, pulling the blankets tighter around them. Saruhiko feels his toes get exposed to the early January chill and snatches some of the blankets back.
"Yeah, it is," he says. "You don’t have to make me feel it for me to know."
"Well, sor-ry." Misaki doesn’t look sorry at all though, and he laughs as he pulls Saruhiko closer, wrapping his arms around him.
Misaki is forever feverish, temperature slightly higher than normal. His hold is warm, and Saruhiko snuggles closer, ignoring his boyfriend’s protests when he tries to warm his icy cold skin by bringing it in contact with Misaki’s.
He eventually settles down, having annoyed Misaki thoroughly, and Misaki scowls at him, tells him he’s stupid.
When a heavy gust of cold, winter air drifts in through the broken window, Saruhiko wraps them both in blankets to keep them warm, and watches as Misaki’s drowsiness takes over, hands grabbing the front of his shirt.
He wonders if if it has something to do with Misaki’s obvious fear of being betrayed and left alone again, but either way, he’s not going anywhere.
He closes his eyes and breaths in the boy-ish smell of Misaki’s hair and slowly drifts off to sleep.
sarumi || 1024 || ao3
summary: He totally did not buy Misaki flowers, nope.
notes: i wanted fluff but this fandom is 99% angst why is that. dedicated to thughiko because i love her
“Roses,” Saruhiko said, not feeling particularly apologetic about the fact that he was making the floor wet. It wasn’t his fault it had started raining while he was walking here. And why didn’t the shop have a mat? That’d stop the floor from getting wet, right? Their fault, he wasn’t to blame. “Don’t make it too girly.”
Almost as soon as that smile graced his face, it disappeared. He turned away, his expression shifting back to it’s previous blank state as he sat there.
There was a strange sort of tension in the air, but maybe Saruhiko was the only one feeling it. After so many years masking his feelings, he wasn’t sure what he should even do in this situation. He gave a little hum in thought, listening carefully as Misaki spoke.
A large part of him wanted to scoff— to laugh in Misaki’s face that his reactions were only part of their truce to survive. It was an easy lie. One he had probably already told himself plenty of times since they started this journey together.
He took a deep breath, clicking his tongue in that habitual way of his before speaking. “I’m not pretending, Misaki.”
When Saruhiko said that he could feel his heart hurting. And his head. And body, but that was just soreness from the scuffle they had with zombies earlier so it’s not like it counted for anything, but it still added onto his pain. Saru didn’t have to pretend to not be pretending, either, that was just worse.
"Look, I don’t fuckin’ get it." He said shakily. "You don’t have to say that. I know how much you hate me…"
He could remember all the fights, all the jabs, all the words that were like knives slicing into his heart. A friendship ruined and he didn’t even understand why.
But it had been more than a friendship, that was the worst part. Saruhiko had been his family, his closest person.
"Everyone else is probably fucking dead, or turned into monsters, and the person I ended up with is the one who can’t stand me…it really sucks."
”Sure it wasn’t…” Saruhiko gave a soft chuckle, teasing the other. No, he could tell it was a lot more than luck that allowed him to beat his score. It was that pure stubbornness and determination the shorter male seemed to posess. Admirable qualities, he had to admit. But of course… where was the fun in admitting that to his face?
At being asked for his full name his nrow furrowed slightly. He had almost forgotten they hadn’t gone so far as to exchange first names. Clicking his tongue he glanced away. “If that’s all you need it for I’m not sure if I’m inclined to tell it to you…” he muttered, shrugging slightly.
”Unless of course you offer up your name too. Only fair, right?” His face formed a slight smirk, turning back to the other and eyeing him expectantly. He wasn’t sure what good figuring that bit of information out would do, but he was curious all the same. Besides, wouldn’t it be stranger not to know the given name of your soulmate? Or destined best friend…
Whatever this relationship was meant to be still remainrd a mystery to them both.
The screen continued to flash ‘New Highscore! Enter Name Here:’ but Yata ignored it for the moment as his eyes shined up at the other. There was once a time in which he would have written his own name up there, but where was the fun in that? It would be way more entertaining to take a jab at the guy who had been a pain in his ass for the past few days.
A fun pain in the ass, but still a pain regardless.
"…I don’t go by that name." He hesitated before finally starting to tell him, because it was really way too embarrassing. Much to feminine for his taste. "It’s…Misaki. But! But don’t call me that! It’s just Yata to you!"
The ginger huffed and glared pointedly. “Now ya have to tell me your name too, what the fuck.”
"I destroy myself so you can’t."
" I am byesexual as in I’m not interested goodbye."
"Close your eyes and pretend it’s all a bad dream. That’s how I get by."
"I apologize in advance for the way I will hurt you."
"I don’t know anything about you, I just, I really like you."
"I steal jewels."
"But if you’re burying your feelings deep inside you, you won’t really be you, will you?"
"I used to think of you as somebody that would never, ever hurt me, ever."
"Find what you love and let it kill you "
"I should tear your eyes out right now, but how would you ever be able to look at yourself in the morning?"
" I’m going to miss your lips. And everything attached to them."
"And then I wake up and I’m empty! I have nothing!"
"Church is for brunettes."
"I wanted it as much as you did. I’ve just got a hell of a poker face."
"I have no desire to be kissed by you, or anyone else."
”Because you’re dead already! Nobody cares if you die because you’re already dead.”
"Thanks for everything. It’s been a real slice."
"As you wish."
"You can leave if you want. I’ll remember you."
”The plan was to play hard to get, that’s right. I wasn’t just gonna go giving myself away.”
"You don’t know anything about anything!"
”I think I made you up inside my head.”
"You were the love of my life and I don’t know, I just thought I was yours too."
”This sounds like the soundtrack to something you’d slit your wrists to.”
”All I require from you is a slither of a moment. To have you not by force, but simply as a man and a women. “
"Don’t you just get sick and tied of being you?"
”Well you know what they say, just get everyone a little bit pregnant. “
"If you don’t move out of the way, I’m going to hit you with this tray."
" So all in all, I’d say you’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me."
"I felt like I was standing at a great precipice, with no one to pull me back, no one who cared… or even noticed."
”Because I’m a wild animal.”
"Remember, no trading. You get the pretty one, I get the mess."
”That’s cool baby, you know how it is, rockin’ and rollin’ and what not.”